Stone Circle walk through the woods with me

A laugh, and a challenge set: “Think so, wolf girl?”

The whoop is abandoned as she tears through the green aisle and into a tunnel of yellow aspen. Her belly is swollen but her stride is strong and knows the ways through this valley. Let this well-traveled woman be tested!

As she had once been.

All know of the mythic stones. It is the land itself Tauris wants to show.

“Prisalundá: Prism Grove!” She calls over her shoulder as they barrel their way through the chapel of gold, providing Skáld’s translations.

“Leynille: Secret Creek!” The paw-churned embankment made the damp air pungent with earth.

“Veiðadýr: Hunting Grounds!” Springing from the body of wood and out onto rolling lupine hillocks before ascending North into rugged highland.

She shows Vale everything: the silver-stone steeples, the warm shale pools, blackened brush where a fire had once burned, a tree so old and tall the top could not be seen. The sky releases a wind to drift through their cheeks and over their backs as they crest to a pinnacle overlooking a rippling royal-blue loche. She pants, her tongue flies, stomach sways, but she keeps an agile pace. This is her world, as it will be for the children who run within her.

As it will be now for Vale.

“Duck Lake.”